Lexi Vs. Yannick

there are things there are things there are things i cant see but sometimes i feel that maybe these things really arent things theyre just figments of nothing ive ever imagined looming in the air like dust finding its way through beams of light that like to strangle things that cant be sing oh what to do about neon beams that loom into the silent air we cant help but choose to ignore the filth for the fog for the vapor turned to smog and somehow these things we cant see are fading into nothing as they were before in our fragmented minds